The Phantom

Annabelle is an aspiring southern actress. She just moved from a small Georgia town to Atlanta. While on her way to a call back she is run into by a curly haired, green eyed, Brit. That one moment while she was running late to her audition will change her life forever

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6. Lost and found.


“Okay” I paused, not sure how to continue with the subject of Harry, “You promised me that you would explain in the car. Well.... We are in the car.” I said as we pulled out onto the highway.

“When he left you at the audition he came back o the hotel to pack. He looked like he was going to cry. , and I have only seen Harry like that a couple of times.” He paused to switch lanes “He didn't want to leave, but we had to get on the road. We had another show the next day.”

“He could have at least said goodbye.” I looked out the window.

“He couldn't, he couldn't handle it.”


“No! Seriously! He wouldn't talk to anyone for three weeks, He would smile for the cameras, be nice to the fans, act in interviews. But when the day was over and we were on the bus, or the hotel, he would go sit alone and not interact with any of us."

"Well then what about all the models and hot blonds I kept seeing him with in the news?" I questioned

"For show, he couldn't let anyone know how depressed he was."

"Aren't you guys still on tour?" I asked, the fact that he was going form show to show finally clicking in

"We're on break for 2 weeks." He stopped, at a red light downtown. "Harry took off, and I volunteered to come after him, knowing he would git himself into trouble."

"He still could have called, or texted, or something!"

"He was trying to make it easier, a clean break. But in the process he was torturing himself."

Harry's P.O.V.

How can I make her see that I did this for my own selfish reasons. I know what i did was stupid, but it made since at the time. A clean break, I was stupid to think that this would work. Why would she take me back after what I did to her. I know I wouldn't. What is it about her that makes me feel like this

I was sitting on a bar stool in Sprayberry's, I had heard of this place. supposedly some of the best BBQ ever. I was nice to go somewhere where I wasn't expected to be seen. No one had recognized me yet, But whose to say that I wouldn't be. At least I had decide to keep on my glasses and hat. My face still hurt from where Annabelle slapped me, but I guess I deserved it. It reminded me of how much of a douche I really was.


Liam's P.O.V.


"There's his car!" I almost shouted, pointing at an old restaurant with a pig on the front.

"Sprayberry's. Great place, it's been on  Food Network like 20 times." Annabelle said, obviously recognizing the restaurant.

"Stay here while I go talk to him." I directed to Annabelle as I got out of my car.

"HELL NO!" she shouted, hopping out and running to catch up with me. "You can't make me sit in the car alone! You are not my boss. I'm coming in."

"Okay, fine, But don't let Harry see you." I said, opening the door for her.

Wow! no one has recognized me yet. "Harry." I said and he spun around in his chair, almost falling out.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, adding emphasis on the 'You' as he turned back around.

"Came after you." I walked up next to him. "Paul sent me. The boys and I are worried about you. plus, everyone is wondering where 'Harry Styles' is."

"SSSHHHHH" he whisper screamed at me. His eyes wide as he frantically looked around the room. A 12 year old girl looked up from her food, then went right back to eating. "You can't do that!"

"Fine, come on, Someone want's to talk to you."

"Can I get my food first?" He asked, shaking my hand off his elbow.

"Okay," I said grabbing the seat next to him.

"How did you find me?" he asked me, as he played with his fork.

"Paul told me where you were going, so you can blame him." I swiveled in my seat to face him

"Your food." said the blond waitress, setting his food down in front of him. "Hey, don't I know you? You're in that boy band," she paused, and snapped her fingers, trying to remember the name. "New Direction, am I right?"

"No, it's One Direction." Harry said. "And can I get, what do they call them here?" he turned to me.

"A to-go box." I gave him a 'duh' look

"Yeah, one of those." he turned back to the waitress.

"Yes, you can. I will be right back." she said and walked back into the kitchen.

"Where are we going" he asked, not bothering to look at me.

"Back to Annabelle's house."

"Why?" He turned this time.

"Because I'm her ride."

"YOU BROUGHT HER HERE!?" he said, his eyes doubling in size.

"Grab your food and lets go." I said getting up from my stool and heading back to the car.

"Sure man, whatever" He followed behind me.

"Hey!" Annabelle said, coming out from behind the corner.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks, and stared at her.

"Lets go you two." I said waving for them to follow.


Annabelle’s P.O.V.


“Why did you really come back?” I asked Harry as I opened the passenger door to his car.

“I was depressed. And for some reason I thought seeing you might make it better.” He said as we pulled out onto the highway.

“Um, my house is that way.” I said pointing behind us.

“I know, I want to go this way.”

“What could you possibly want to do that’s this way?”

“Watch them film.” He stated as he slowed for a yellow light.

“Film what?”

“The Walking Dead.”

“OH NO!” I half yelled at him. We can’t be going to the filming sight! I can’t handle the crowds today!

“Why not?” he asked, sounding disappointed.

“Because, there is always a ton of people there, and I don’t feel like dealing with crouds right now. Especially ones filled with screaming girls.” Why can’t they film the damn show somewhere else?

“But The Walking Dead is like one of my favorite shows. Come on! It will only take a moment! I want to watch the zombies in action!” He was as giddy as a kid on Christmas, a whiney one at that.

“Fine, but you still owe me a more detailed explanation.”




“HARRY!!!” screams from every direction as soon as we were out of the car. I felt as if I were about to go def from the screams, and blind from the camera flashes.

“CUT!” I heard someone yell through a bull horn.

“Harry.” I called to him, pulling on his sleeve, trying to get his attention. I was hyperventilating; I couldn’t breath with all these people pressing up against me. “Harry.” I took a breath, and tried to regain my balance. “I don’t like this.”

“Just a second, I wanna watch them film this scene.” He shooed me away.

I vision was starting to blur. I knew this would happen. Why the fuck do I have to be claustrophobic!? I thought, as the edges of my vision started to go black and splotchy. The last thing I heard was a girl asking who I was.




“Annabelle?” I heard. It sounded like I was in a tunnel, a mile away from the speaker. Where am I? I tried to open my eyes to find out, but shut them immediately, the light was blinding. The next time I was able to keep them open a crack as I waited for my vision to clear.

“Her eyes are open!” I heard another strange voice call.

“Where am I?” I asked this time out loud. My voice sounded odd, low and scratchy. I opened my eyes completely to find at least 12 people looking down at me. The only face I recognized was Harry’s.

“We’re at The Walking Dead set.” Harry answered.

“Great. I was hoping it was a dream.” I said as I reached for Harry’s outstretched hand.

“Come on. Let’s get you home.” He said as he hoisted me up. He walked me to the car, the entire time we had trail of 60 people behind us.

I got in the car and laid my seat back, hoping that the decrease in elevation would lessen my headache. “What happened?” I asked Harry as he got in on his side.

“You passed out.” He said with a hint of concern in his voice.

“I’m chlosterphobic.” I explained, as I reached to turn down the music.

“Why’d you turn down it down? That’s my favorite song.”

“My head is pounding.” I laughed “Hitting pavement isn’t the best thing for your head.”

“That makes since.”



Liam's P.O.V

I stood there, staring at her through the crack in her bedroom door. Lilly was awake now. She was staring up at her ceiling.

“You don’t have to stand there like a creeper like that, you know.” She called out.

I felt my face flush as I opened her door and stepped in. “Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you again.”

“Is it weird?” she asked me, not moving a muscle

“Is what weird?” I asked her, not knowing what she was talking about.

“Seeing yourself plastered all over my room.” She laughed, as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of her bed.

“It’s not something you can ever get used to, if that’s what you’re asking.”

"Can I ask you something else?"

“Yea, shoot.” I moved to stand in front of her

She quickly looked down at her feet. “Do you remember me?”

“How could I not?” I came closer to her, and knelt down in front of her, so I could get a better look at her face.

“Because you see millions of people a week, maybe even in a day, and I’m just one face that you saw one day two months ago.”

“Yes, yes that’s true. But it’s not every day I meet a girl as calm around me as you were.”

“You’re not just saying that?” she asked, looking directly in my eyes, for the first time.


“Can I ask you another question?” She looked down again.

“Yea, you can ask me anything you want.”

“Why are you here?” she laughed. “Aren’t you supposed to be in Canada?”

“I came after Harry.” I said, looking into her sad eyes.

“Why is Harry here?”

“He came back for your sister.”

“Why? That makes no sense. They only met once, and she’s not even a fan.” She stood and walked toward the door.

“Are you telling me you don’t know?” I asked her, standing and following her.

“Don’t know what?”

“Harry and Annabelle met earlier the day of the concert. He gave her a ride home from the audition, which she didn’t have because she couldn’t get into the building due to the screaming fans. He gave her the tickets so she would come and he could see her again.”

“WHAT!?” She shouted as she turned on her heels to face me. “That’s what she meant when she said ‘On the inside’” She said, putting air quotes around “On the inside.” “She lied to me!”

“So I’m guessing you didn’t know about the date the day after the concert either.”

“DATE! What Date?!” She yelled as she stormed down the hall, to what I assumed to be the main kitchen.

“He took her to the audition after that date at Aria's and left her there. He left while she was in the room, and didn’t say goodbye. He did it to have a clean break. But he has been depressed ever since and came back here to see her. He is being selfish, and he knows it, but he can’t stand to be away from her any longer. Especially knowing the kind of pain that he put her through.”

“I AM GOING TO KILL HER!” she yelled back at me. That’s when I noticed Harry’s black car speeding up the driveway. Great! I think I just ruined Annabelle’s relationship with her sister. How am I going to explain this?

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